Phelrin

((Yes they are))

((Something that would be good to add to the post is the link for the Dwarven family tree))

As to begin to pack your things for the upcoming journey across the seas, you see a lone parchement posted against the wall. You go up and read what it has to say ((Due to a variety of reasons, I haven't been having enough time to dedicate to LotC. I feel it would be best for the Dwarves if someone more active would be the Archbishop))

Welcome inte da Kirkja Dverga

((If you out number the enemy 10 to 1, your bound to have a good military))

((We need to get some more teachers))

I welcome both of ye inte da Kirkja Dverga. Fer now, ye will be taught by Maellik ((Once again, your training will have to take place through PM's until Thrym starts playing as Maellik again))

Err, so I'm getting a 404 error whenever I try to get to the homepage. Is it something on my end that is messing up?

[b][ MC Name: ][/b] ChAnKoEr [b]Wut be yer name:[/b] Phelrin Irongut [b]Where do ya live:[/b] In da Hold of Kal'Kadrin [b]Wut be yer primary skills:[/b] Smithin' [B]Short biography about yourself (5+ sentences):[/b] Though many of ye know me already, I shall give a brief 'istory of meself. I am da son of Lau'far, son of Heron. I 'ave served me clan faithfully, now servin' as Archbishop te da nation [b]How de ya be related to te Irongut Clan (See family tree, dont create your own father or mother unless you PM Hiebe):[/b] Son of Lau'far [b]De ya swear loyalty to te Irongut Clan Lord: Aye. I 'ave, and always shall OOC Do you agree to follow all the rules of the Irongut Clan? Yes Skype name? (we have a clan chat) ChAnKoEr

((That's actually not a uniform, but your free to wear it if you want))

Watch yer rank! All of ye need te be calmin down, we nae need te start a civil war 'ere

((Thrym And there is no uniform. You are free to wear whatever you normally wear))

Seeing one poster the Oren guard apparently missed, Phelrin chuckles to himself. He takes out a parchement and begins to write. He nails two more messages on the board where there once was one

Phelrin looks at one of the poster on the wall and tears it down "Alliances never seem to last like dey use te. Never da less, I am nae expectin any treachery from Oren any time soon" Phelrin takes the poster in his hand as he walk on. He wonders what the humans have to say about this

Ye er accepted te serve da Brathmordakin under da Kirkja Dverga. Seek out Maellik, as 'e will be yer teacher ((Currently Maellik is playing as another char, so any lessons that go on will have to be through PM's until that changes))

MC Name: ChAnKoEr RP Name: Phelrin Irongut

In order to be someone's son, you need their permission first. Unless Algrim just got back to the server and I didn't notice, someone else will have to let you be their son

Character Name Phelrin Irongut Nicknames: N/A Age: 212 Gender: Male Race: Dwarf Status: Alive Description Height: WIP Weight: WIP Body Type: Eyes: Dark Green, appearing almost black to others Hair: Grey, but not from age Skin: Normally Pale Markings/Tattoos: N/A Health: Good Personality: Friendly / Caring Further Details: N/A Life Style Alignment: Lawful / Chaotic Good Deity: The Brathmordakin Religion: The Kirkja Dverga Alliance/Nation/Home The Nation of Urguan Job/Class: Cleric / Noble Title(s): Archbishop Profession(s): Smith Special Skill(s): WIP Flaw(s): WIP Magic Current Status: Arch-type: Cleric Sub-Type: Priest Weakness(es): If properly ambushed, Phelrin won't be able to ready any sort of magic to help him Strength(s): With enough time, Phelrin can heal most injures Weaponry Fighting Style: WIP Preferred Weapon: Shortshort Favored Weapon: WIP Archery: WIP Biography Parents: Lau'far Irongut Siblings: N/A Children: Maellik Irongut Extended Family: The Irongut Clan Pet(s): N/A History WIP Artwork

"Found 'im dead on da staircase. I'm goin te see what I can do te save 'im, but I fear 'e's beyond me aid"

As the Archbishop walks through the Hold, he notices the body of Ore'zy on the floor. Crouching down to look at the body, he sees it's been dead for some time "Hmm, it seems 'e's been dead fer sum time. I doubt I'll be able te revive 'im. Tis ashame really, twas just a flesh wound. May ye find peace in Dungrimm's keep" Phelrin picks up the body and walks towards his office, to see what he could do about the dead Dwarf ((Do you mind if I use your body as a cadaver?))